Stay still, don’t spill,How many hours of different ceilings I’ve stared I couldn’t say,Body straight, you travel,burning, reminding. Don’t be upset,Don’t get anxious,Because like an ear to train tracks,It listens, It scouts, they vibrate.Like a conductor in symphony,It points, it waves, they play. My bittersweet reminders,How many must I have?Through pain and challenged vanity,I SLOW,I … Continue reading Stay Still, Don’t Spill
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Static
They came to visit last night,Not the first and never the last.Uninvited,Frantic with stillness.Living in between worlds,And demanding I do the same.“Wake up.” They whisper.“I’m fucking tired, leave me alone.” I command.And as always, they retreat back into the walls waiting for their next opportunity to share a story that I couldn't care less about,At … Continue reading Static
Probity
I see you,Your probity beaming bright on my lack thereof.Slapping the lies I’ve ingested and built as my own.I’ve temporarily pleased off the pain of others,Only to be left starving and lone.Don’t be distracted by those who mistake your presence for impairment,Because we need you and I see you.And although at my most weak moments … Continue reading Probity
Traitor
We sat across each other admiring our mirrored features,I always knew you were in there.She winked.Perhaps why we'd never bore,Too many thoughts and conversations to be had,But to see you here on the outside of my thoughts while simultaneously still on the inside,Something different.I waved my arms overhead,And you crossed yours,“I’m not a fucking puppet.”I … Continue reading Traitor
Please Stay
Light peeking through the curtains, I smile with a sigh of relief.Today, I can see you,I even went to the roof to admire your rise.Making up for all the days your presence fails to penetrate my pit,Not today, I can see you sun,I mean really see you.Please, please stay.
Time, Who Needs It?
I thought I was waiting,I thought I was late,Merely because my thoughts were wrapped in time, in a state.Only to unveil that everything I am is punctual,Is exactly where I'm supposed to be.And this time, time, time,That we continue to weaponize against ourselves,Is the exactly what has halted us from the present,From the growth,From the … Continue reading Time, Who Needs It?
Soul Retrieval
Contemptuously conditioned to stuff extremely complicated subjects into tiny boxes.Hoarding what’s ours and hissing at anyone who questions,No, threatens!I don’t believe that some are tougher than others.Sensitivity is the nature of our species,Some of us are just better liars,Cloaking ourselves in more acceptable emotions like indifference, anger, annoyance.Because most of us have souls that fled … Continue reading Soul Retrieval
Poker Face
“Are you stressed?” She folded her arms in concern.I shook my head, “I don’t think so.”We both looked down at my nails bitten and bloody and then back at each other,Silence.The creases of my mouth began to lift and I smiled for the first time in days.
Dethaw
It’s true that the body keeps count,And in this moment I was reminded.I was taught that lesson of how deep it efforts to keep us safe from what we can’t bear.And I suppose in this moment,Alone in the middle of Thailand, While being massaged by a sweet stranger, It was time to face the void.Silent and stiff, … Continue reading Dethaw
CONVERSATIONS WITH ASSHOLES 